CHAPTER 33
A few days later, Lieutenant Kelly, Senator Knowles, Tiny, Katie Monahan and Wayde, on crutches, were at a cemetery. They were standing near an open grave.
A bronze casket resting on a sling is lowering into the ground. A minister finished reading the service for Elizabeth.
Tiny blurted, “Well, it sure couldn’t have been an open casket funeral.”
The others turned and stared at him.
“Well, it couldn’t,” he said, defending his statement.
They all chuckled.
“No, you’re right, big guy,” Wayde said, with a grin.
“Anyway, Wayde, it was pretty nice of you to pay for a funeral for a woman who shot you in both legs,” said Kelly.
“I figure she saved my life. Tannaz certainly would’ve killed me.”
“Without a doubt,” agreed Senator Knowles.
“And if Elizabeth hadn’t called Tiny, I
